What Recourse?

What recourse is there for one 

so burdened?

 

Consumed,

burning,

this blazing flame

will birth 

or die. 

 

Or both.

 

What part of you cries out in the purple

haze of night?

Where secrets revealed pass no pardon

on your part.

 

They do not

ease your creative load

but beg it, beckoning 

from dark depths 

to earth.

 

Oh. 

 

I see.

 

You stand aside and 

watch

the slippery wraith-like 

dance of that 

which holds you.

 

Is it true?

You move 

through the Gift, 

eyes glazed, 

possessed 

by the fear that so stubbornly 

stands?

 

What a mess! 

 

Fear! 

 

To think 

for even 

one breath, 

one stroke of sight, 

one heartbeat, 

one step,

that fear... is master?!

 

And yet we do. 

 

We do roll over. 

 

Stillbirth 

our dreams 

and call it 

a comfortable life.

 

The edge, 

weakened and crumbling, 

that razor of high wind and weather, 

of all of you 

- every bit - 

brought to the light. 

 

No...

 

“that is fear’s domain”, we say and turn away.

 

And still yet 

like a seed 

beneath charred earth 

there is 

a deeper a voice 

that will not silence, 

that will not hail, 

that trembles with the power of forget-less-ness.

 

A piece that, once found, 

ignites the heart, 

transmutes the fear, 

and bellows:

 

“YOU ARE HERE TO 

SHED THE SHELL

AND 

LIVE THE GIFT OF YOU.”

 

Have heart.

Have heart.

Have heart.

 

Greater than fear, 

and far more powerful awaits 

the inward turn of your gaze. 

Like water to the seed 

your participation``

is crucial.

 

Begin unfolding 

spirals and whorls, 

layer by layer, 

exposed.

 

And in their naked beauty, 

pain. 

 

For as it is said it is not our inadequacy we most fear but our power.

 

Reconcile the imbalance, 

let fear

cry folly

when you say, ‘make way!’

 

Conceive again. 

 

And let your struggle 

be not timid, 

but ecstatically, 

painfully, 

loudly 

full. 

 

Like a mother 

about to bring her every joy 

into the world, 

bursting under the strain of new,

so too...you.

 

But that alone is it. 

What recourse?

It is called

fulfillment.

It is called

freedom.

 

It is called

a full life.

 

The world needs you, all of you. 

 

NOW.

 

-Shakti Sunfire

11/13/11 Nevada City